Wrong turns, bad luck or no luck,
lucid recollections now six decades gone,
still,
points of reflection, from ruling class
reporters on what in Hell is happening,
while
time to stay one's mind upon meaning,
in the simple definitive act react act react
pneumatic logical breath in, breathe out,
distinctive other way, breath out, breathe in.
Putting first things first in picker experience,
we pick all the fruit on one tree, previous
to moving on to another tree, precious
memories, how they linger, and
with gladness flood my soul,
as gladness is our happy state, glad to say.
------------------------ trilling wohold on
on the bus, red satin black fringe, oh, my soul
Nine billion, or so
nobodies, lacking charisma
as they say, that worthiness some
seem to radiate, those affected say,
worth-shippedness certified appraisals
from conscious attenders to words, message
signaling
my start… minding my own business, changing
line upon line of nothing at all to nothing but this
my personal comfort zone, nonautomation ostent
atious waste
of whitespace, vertical panels, virtually lensing
reality, scrolled to veritable infinity
at the core of what a person is
in the common space our windows paradigm
on all time's contextual stretch of our shared sense,
our common sense, at cognate word level, basic
bottom mind sense, at cooperational deontologic
whying, when it comes to wishing others were
in some steady state afinity with me, against lying,
in wait, quietly hoping to trick before being tricked
into belief construction zones, sans hard hat or tools.
--------- Boss mind, hey
boss, Patron, se, patriotic soul man, woe, wombed
or un, man all the same kind at mind level, emotions
's where, all the difference there ever is, begins,
Genisis, to a child reared in post war anywhere,
if your mind allows empires represented by ancient
totems, rampant beasts believed to defend us, under
God,
who forbade ourkind, our unfallen, innocent spirit mind,
participation in one part of living reality, as far as we have
seen, with our Google Earth eyes, and our JWST eyes,
and our own inner eye, I am, we each know, anyway,
with knowledge now a given, a lie, all children just believe,
the first impression, what a lie does, told, and untold true,
subtler than any beast, but delicate matters, points balanced
under law, not under grace, bottom line rule for being
American to the core, where a person keeps its pride in just
being among the living, during days difficult to endure, just
if I had
known, as a spirit, what a spirit mind may imagine, as real as,
ten years, after starting to think, why am I justifying the real lie?
Genisis, seven days, was likely long told when moons were told,
shown, with story, tomorrow night, moon, you hear me, so old,
the initiation story, watch, mark this night, you here, me sold
in gratitude, in debt to more, by far, than I may think or ask,
inventers granted knowledge of wit, with which we think to ask,
what lonely God, comforted only by Wisdom and whatever spirit
is, free from mortal prejudice, paid attention to idled words spirits
sparks, from a movie about sentient machines,
and cyborgs, enhanced mortal mind wit changers
witchangers, endangered species writ remainders
woe, endure to the end, Joe, where y'gwanwidat gun inya ha'dja n
n na nanana to the when, any where any time, one wishes to ignor
all the peace we make at once, little tiny boil about to become rolling
as the latter rains arrived in my valley, today, to keep wild fires at bay,
all we know is we agreed, we sure could use some rain, amen
all we said, once is we agreed, life is different in spirit and truth,
on any given day, good gets judged, habits get checked, wishes happen,
and a men as a principle sylable, sayable spell song sung men t'al haps
men kind ness wor th a sayable
as haps may become the we
in legendary gentle peace
for no reason,
just cause
its poetic right useness
we think we
work, we think we work, we
be hum us yes humusyes we,
Ullyeseesus, amen, in spirit and truth as we may imagine
after, breath, 3 P.M. alarm, and no attached what for sense…
I know what it was for, a week ago, now it is for whatever it
interrupts… taking time to consider certain outlets, enough to
Run it up the pole, see who saluts.
A spurtual contemplation of global news knowing after effects, breaths taken used to calm me down, keep me from whichangery over reaction...
